Silence -EdwardxJacob- Ch 10

Chapter Ten

The milky burgundy eyes were hidden behind their curtains, remembering, thinking back to former time and a former place.  Back to when he had first encountered the Cullen family, or more specifically, Carlisle Cullen.  He could remember the astonishment on the younger male’s face when they had first met, the seer shock in those once blue eyes.  Yes, it was during the war they had first met…in England yes that was the place.  It was during the war…had to have been considering what good skills the twenty-three year old Carlisle seemed to have on the battle field.  Now, it hadn’t been a horrible battle, but there was a lot of fighting, and the poor Cullen boy had been horribly injured while trying to help some wounded soldier.  How low could the pathetic humans get?  Attacking an infirmary tent.  It sickened him to the bone.

It had always been like that, the war was the perfect time to either add humans to their race, or find ones for a suitable dinner.  And that night in particular had been his turn to search the hospital….

The dim room was thick with the smell of blood and of death.  Moans and groans of the dying men never seemed to stop even as the nurses and doctors rushed about trying to save as many of them as they could.  It was a horrible sight to behold, but he was there for a reason.  His family needed food and it was his turn to pick for them.  

No one noticed him.  Who would?  It wasn’t like any of them were conscious enough to see him despite being dressed in rather elegant clothes.  Most of the men in the beds were either dead or soon would be.  God, there was no one who seemed good enough to be called a meal.  But he paused in front of one bed surrounded by curtains.  That was odd; none of the other patients got that privilege.  His eyes darted to the paper with the patient’s name on it.  Carlisle Cullen.  Doctor.  Cannon Fire, he read silently to himself.  Well, if that wasn’t one hell of a description they didn’t even say what had happened to this ‘Carlisle’.  Cannon fire?  So what did he have like his leg blown off from cannon fire?  Curiosity peeked; he gently, slowly spilled through the curtains to where the patient was.

If his heart would beat, it would have skipped several, if he needed to breath, his breath would have caught in his chest.  Carlisle Cullen could not have been much older than his early twenties, there was no way possible that he was any older than that.  His milky eyes traveled over the rather still form of the male in front of him.  The pants that he had seen on every patient in here covered the lower half of his body.  The lean torso was covered with a bloody bandage.  Pale, light blond hair fell into his face, matted with blood and dirt.  And behind the eye lids, he could only imagine what color eyes lay behind them.

“W-Who are you?”  The soft and sudden sound of a voice caught his attention and brought him back out of reality.  Carlisle Cullen gazed wearily at him with baby blue eyes.  The boy forced himself to sit up, to lean against the wall.  “Y-you’re not a doctor.”

In that instant, he felt a pang of pain in his chest at the thought that this boy was soon to die like the rest.  But, he had to choose his words carefully.  “No, I am not a doctor young Cullen, but I can save your life.”

“How?”  Carlisle’s voice was soft and sounded oh so beautiful with his English accent.  The blue eyes stared with disbelief, without trust, and yet…a glimmer of hope.  “Why should…I listen to you when they can’t even save me?”  He asked, some strength in his voice, but it was fading and fast.

Gracefully, he sat on the edge of Carlisle’s bed, his hand touching the boy’s.  His eyes saw the future; saw the boy as one of them.  “All you have to do is close your eyes, and trust me,” his voice was calm, soft, alluring.  Their eyes met and the silence lasted only for a moment longer.  

A smile formed on his lips as Carlisle whispered, “Okay.”  Carlisle closed his eyes, letting his body relax.  He carefully pulled the human into his lap and tilted his head back.  “W-what’s your name?”  

He paused his lips just hovering over the boy’s flesh, his scent alone driving him insane.  “My name…is Aro,” he whispered in his ear, before returning to his neck.  He waited a moment; waiting to see of Carlisle would still go through with it.  When he said nothing, Aro bit down on his neck as gently as he could, his fangs piercing his skin.  Aro gave Carlisle life, by ending it.

  

Aro couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.  He had received hell when he had returned to the Volturi for turning a human, but more so for not bringing any food.  His fingers combed through his raven locks, his head tilted to the side.  It wasn’t till just then he realized how much he actually did miss the Cullen boy, no he missed his Carlisle.  

When his own ancient telephone, one of the old Victorian style ones, started to ring, Aro instantly snatched it up.  “Aro,” he said in a curt harsh voice.  But his eyes widened at who replied.

“Hello…Aro.  It’s me.”  Oh dear sweet god it was Carlisle.  

“What’s wrong?”  He replied already on his feet and ready to leave.

“I need you to come to Forks…right away.”

Aro hung up, not needing to reply.  Carlisle knew him, he knew he would come.  Something was wrong and he was leaving to help him.



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“Next time you tell me to come to school remind me about this day,” Edward said with a groan as he leaned his head against Jacob’s shoulder as the werewolf drove the motorbike back to La Push.  He felt Jacob laugh and say something, but he didn’t hear the reply over the roar of the bike.  

The school day had been hell, completely hell.  Bella, the lying little bitch, had spread a rumor that he had been sleeping around with any guy who would have him and that he had been cheating on her and blah blah blah.  After receiving nothing but shit from basically the entire student body (and most of the teachers as well) he walked into the office, Jacob following behind him, and dropped out of the school.

As Jacob slowed the bike to a stop Edward frowned.  Was something wrong?  He looked over the wolf’s shoulder and thought he was going to be sick right then and there.  Carlisle was standing in the road, but that wasn’t what was making his stomach do the flip flops, no.  It was the fact that beside him stood Aro Volturi.  And they were staring right at the pair of them.  Shit, as if the day hadn’t been a living hell enough.